The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 5 The Golden Thunder

Stonewell, before the veil of the storm, a nameless in full armor confronts a tall, menacing omen.

Both sides looked at each other silently, and there was only the sound of hunting on the scene.

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On the way to Stonewell City, Wuming encountered countless soldiers and sentries.There are horse tripping ropes, thorns, ballistas, and even giant monsters blocking the road.

"It's really strict." Wuming complained.

Because of these obstacles, Wuming had to dismount.

He came to step on the spot, not to flatten Storm City.

You can't see your fingers in the wind and sand, and all the soldiers guarding the road are hidden in the sand and dust.

"Stonwell...let me lift your veil today." Nameless said softly.

His figure gradually disappeared, became transparent, and completely disappeared in the wind and sand.

Wuming walked carelessly through various sentry posts like this, even though the wind and sand had disappeared, no soldier saw him.

The light twisted around him, and not even the night magic of the Sorcerer Slayer had such a powerful effect.

Wuming swaggered through the tunnel through the city, and saw the towering and magnificent Stonewell City in the distance.

"It's really rich..." Wuming looked at the city walls that were several meters thick, and his eyes sparkled in amazement.

Just as he was about to go to the city, a golden light came towards him from above.

Nameless turned his head to avoid the blow.

The golden light sank deep into the ground, it was a golden dagger, and the dagger turned into dots of golden light, dissipating in the air.

"It's interesting." Wuming looked at the dagger.

"Those little bastards can't see you, so don't think you can pass my level." High in the sky, someone said in a distant voice, the voice was ethereal and high in the storm of Stone City.

That person emerged from the golden light on the wall, leaped high, and landed in front of Wuming, stirring up dust.

"Stupid fader, toyed with by the fire of ambition, delusional to get Elden's Circle? Then let Markit, the Omen, extinguish your ambition and your life."

A figure appeared in the wind and dust, with a terrifying aura, leaning on crutches, tall and deformed.

Bad omen, if someone is familiar with this name, they will be scared and run away just by hearing it.

It was a byword for a disease of filth, a filth from which the Blessed shunned.

The dangerously tall figure and the deformed keratin all over the body deal a double blow to people's intuition and reason.

Wuming squinted his eyes, waiting for the wind and dust to disperse.

He carefully looked at the ominous ghost, and said:

"Why don't you wear clothes? Isn't it cold in such a strong wind?"

In the arena, there was only the wind of hunting, and both sides fell into silence for a while.

The evil sign said in a deep voice, "I'm wearing it."

"Don't make trouble." Wuming put on a horse stance, lowered his body, tilted his waist, and looked at the lower body of the evil sign.
"You know, the way to make a naked person feel more naked is to put on a cape."

"Shut up, descendants of warriors! You are really ashamed of your ancestors!" Xie Zhao held a cane in one hand, and condensed the golden light in the other hand, conjuring a golden giant hammer.

He jumped high and fell down heavily.

Retreat nameless, raise your shield:
"I met a person before, and his moves are quite similar to yours, and the words are also the same. Have you discussed it?"

The ominous hammer smashed to the ground, stabbed out the crutch, and hit the nameless shield, knocking him back.

The evil omen said, "What did you do to that man?"

"I robbed his horse." Wuming said, "You can't do it anymore. You're covered in rags and a broken cane. You can't snatch him. You better stop fighting."

The evil omen didn't respond, and continued to attack like crazy. Wuming's shield was instantly swung away, and then Wuming was thrown flying with a hammer.

Before that was over, the evil omen threw another golden spear, nailing Wuming in mid-air to the wall.

A hole was nailed into Nameless's sturdy armor until the spear dissipated into a golden light and he slowly slid down the wall.

Omen did not continue to attack, he frowned and observed the faded one.

He blasted a hole in the armor, but no blood flowed out.Looking into the hole, there seems to be a hole in the armor, and there seems to be some kind of abyss, which is slowly flowing.

"Ahem." Wuming propped himself up against the wall and coughed a few times, "It's such a bad feeling..."

"Who are you? Faded One, report your name." The omen ghost clenched his crutch tightly, and he was going to pierce the enemy's helmet this time.

Wuming ignored him, muttering to himself:
"Golden spear, golden sledgehammer, really bad feeling..."

Wuming stood up straight, obviously looking up, but with disdain in his eyes:

"I wanted to fight you as a warrior, but your kid actually used miracles. Then I will use combat skills too."

Wuming pointed at the ominous omen, and began to speak harshly:

"That... Ma... Kee Wright."

"It's Markit."

"Markit, my long sword is full of the soul of a warrior. Don't be too arrogant. I advise you to surrender as soon as possible, and be careful of pretending to be struck by lightning."

"Stained with the soul of a warrior?" Markit said, "Ashes? Are you from Lienia?"

"It's the soul of a warrior, what kind of ashes, do you understand Wuhun?" Wuming said, "A warrior's martial art, which has been tempered thousands of times, is condensed in the weapon, and it is the Wuhun."

"You are not ashamed, you are a faded person who insults the ancestors and dare to talk about soldiers." The evil omen rushed towards Wuming, twisted his body and swung his stick, and the crutch brought a strong wind and blew towards Wuming.

Wuming raised the shield and slightly deflected the shield.

The powerful crutch smashed Wuming to the ground on one knee, but he finally blocked the blow, took advantage of the trend, swung the crutch away, and the evil omen's chest opened wide.

Wuming stabbed upwards with all his strength, and stabbed the evil omen's chest.

With a ding sound, a golden shield appeared in the other hand of the evil omen, covering his chest.

"It's over, fader." The evil omen said coldly, the crutch had already been swung out again.

"My martial arts embodies the spirit of a warrior." Wuming said, "I have also faced hated enemies with golden guns and hammers, but our light is more dazzling than gold."

Over the dark cloud-covered sky of Stone City, a golden thunderbolt descended, instantly hitting the ominous monster.The blazing golden thunder pierced through the body of the evil omen, the shield in his hand, and finally fell into the nameless long sword.

Along the long sword, the golden thunder light spread to the whole body of the armor, and finally led to the ground, spreading out a circle of thunder light.

"How is it possible..." The ominous ghost's body began to disintegrate, but it didn't show any pain.He stared at the nameless long sword.

On the long sword, there are still traces of thunder lingering.

"Wangcheng ancient dragon belief... who are you..."

The figure of the ominous omen ghost disintegrated, turning into dots of golden light like those golden weapons.

Wuming looked at those golden lights and was a little speechless:
"It turns out that the whole body is an incarnation, how strong is this guy."

Nameless looked around cautiously, for fear that the mysterious ominous ghost would project another avatar.

But he didn't wait after all, and was able to walk to the gate of Stone City smoothly.

In the distant royal city of Rodel, in the shadows behind the throne, the tall and terrifying figure with long horns was silently meditating.

It has been a long time since he saw such a dazzling golden light.

He had seen that kind of golden light before, when the world was still beautiful.

All the collapses started from the moment the proud golden thunder passed away.

"Brother..." the ugly deformity muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)